Anxiousness, my old friend.

I'm currently in a marathon study, because there're just 15 weeks left for the first "SAT" I will have to take. And if you're an eager person, you may know how I'm feeling right now, but imagined it multiplicated by 10. And the thing that get the most on my nerves isn't even all the subjects I have to study, but myself. Lisa Kleypas was right when she said we were our worst enemy. I'm such a perfectionist about my productivity, and mixing it with all my anxiousness... I become a bomb. The worst kind of bomb, because I don't bother anyone around me. Actually, people say I'm usually with a serene face, as if I were always calm. Poor them, they don't even know all the dangerousness that dwells inside a supposed pacific face. But after all, which victim knew that there was a shark lurking in the deeps of sea before being bitten?

Yes, I've started writing about marathon studies and now I'm talking about sharks. Add this one to my flaws list.
Well, the things is, I make a lot of plans, expecting I can fulfill them. But most of the times, all I get is to feel miserable at the end of the day. I know I shouldn't play so hard on me, but this is something I just can't help doing.